States of Poetry - Poems
'Scatomancer' by James Charlton | States of Poetry Tasmania - Series Two
by James Charlton •
One who performs divination by dissecting faeces
We poke apart devil scats.
Clotted fur, bone fragments, gristle,
possible scraps of crushed mollusc.
Devils lope across roads less and less.
That which people called a growl
was possibly vernacular for ‘How?’
James Charlton